Historical car A car’s body in the barren land like a shack in the desert Moonlight finds its way to the dashboard The car speeds away The three masked men have disappeared on time They couldn’t change the world Bullets didn’t riddle the man sitting in the rear The wind outside is still the wind outside The frame of the roof is still there Moonlight is still being shed The car’s mirror still reflects a barren land full of noises...

Translated from the original Arabic by Amal Ibrahimkindly revised by the poet George Szirtes